The Northern Light, Bind 4Charles Van Benthuysen, 1844 |
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Side 10
... soft substance , the thorns were left bare , like the claws of the cat when stretched out in anger , and at least a thousand minute prickles were fix- ed in the skin at once . They failed to penetrate it , for they were short , and ...
... soft substance , the thorns were left bare , like the claws of the cat when stretched out in anger , and at least a thousand minute prickles were fix- ed in the skin at once . They failed to penetrate it , for they were short , and ...
Side 12
... soft blue of the naked sky . How bright , how sweet the arch , fit canopy for so beautiful an earth . The cold ague - giving east wind has melted into a balmy fanning liquid south breeze , and the few clouds yet remaining turn out their ...
... soft blue of the naked sky . How bright , how sweet the arch , fit canopy for so beautiful an earth . The cold ague - giving east wind has melted into a balmy fanning liquid south breeze , and the few clouds yet remaining turn out their ...
Side 13
... soft breeze glides around its rough , contorted limbs , what does it do but yield a sort of airy splutter- ing - a broken , confused murmur - a sort of short , jerk- ing noise , as though , after all , it was'nt pleased , although it ...
... soft breeze glides around its rough , contorted limbs , what does it do but yield a sort of airy splutter- ing - a broken , confused murmur - a sort of short , jerk- ing noise , as though , after all , it was'nt pleased , although it ...
Side 17
... soft music's saddest tone , Wakes to grief the weeper , And on high the silver moon , Cheers the homeward reaper ; When the stars are shining bright , On the flowers beneath them , Which to ruin's withering blight , Soon must storms ...
... soft music's saddest tone , Wakes to grief the weeper , And on high the silver moon , Cheers the homeward reaper ; When the stars are shining bright , On the flowers beneath them , Which to ruin's withering blight , Soon must storms ...
Side 18
... soft chime stealing upon his ear , and knew by the sign that the Sabbath had again dawned over the forests ; the deer drinking at the falls of the Norman's kill , started at the tinkling voice , and shrank into his covert - the Indian ...
... soft chime stealing upon his ear , and knew by the sign that the Sabbath had again dawned over the forests ; the deer drinking at the falls of the Norman's kill , started at the tinkling voice , and shrank into his covert - the Indian ...
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Albany battle of Ivry beautiful Beaverwyck branches breast breath bright called character Christianse civil clouds cultivation death deep Dutch earth Edward Lytton faculty fancy feel flowers forest France fur trade genius GEORGE JAMES WEBB glorious green hand heart heaven hill hope Hudson Hudson River human hundred hurra Indian inhabitants interest Iroquois Island JAMES kill stealing Lake Lake Champlain Lake George land Lenape Lenni Lenape light living looked ment mental millions mind Mohawk moral mountain nature never New-York noble o'er object Patroon pine poet pond possession present Quaker racter revenue rich river S. S. RANDALL Samuel Woodworth scene smiles society song soul spirit stream STREET summer sweet thee things thou thought tion Toby trees tribes truth Van Benthuysen village Weresford whilst wild wind wonderful wood
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Side 36 - ABOU BEN ADHEM (may his tribe increase!) Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, And saw within the moonlight in his room, Making it rich and like a lily in bloom, An angel writing in a book of gold: Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold, And to the presence in the room he said, "What writest thou?" The vision raised its head, And, with a look made of all sweet accord, Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord.
Side 36 - The names of those who love the Lord." "And is mine one?" said Abou. "Nay, not so,
Side 63 - As I had occasion to pass daily to and from the buildingyard, while my boat was in progress, I have often loitered unknown near the idle groups of strangers, gathering in little circles, and heard various inquiries as to the object of this new vehicle. The language was uniformly that of scorn, or sneer, or ridicule.
Side 13 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
Side 63 - They were silent, and sad, and weary. I read in their looks nothing but disaster, and almost repented of my efforts. The signal was given, and the boat moved on a short distance, and then stopped, and became immovable.
Side 63 - York, the project was viewed by the public either with indifference or with contempt, as a visionary scheme. My friends, indeed, were civil, but they were shy. They listened with patience to my explanations, but with a settled cast of incredulity on their countenances. I felt the full force of the lamentation of the poet, " Truths would you teach, to save a sinking land, All shun, none aid you, and few understand.
Side 11 - God said, let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowls of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.
Side 63 - I told you it would be so, it is a foolish scheme ; I wish we were well out of it." I elevated myself upon a platform, and addressed the assembly. I stated that I knew not what was the matter ; but if they would be quiet, and indulge me for half an hour, I would either go on, or abandon the voyage for that time.
Side 63 - Never did a single encouraging remark, a bright hope, or a warm wish, cross my path.
Side 63 - The moment arrived in which the word was to be given for the vessel to move. My friends were in groups on the deck. There was anxiety mixed with fear among them. They were silent, sad, and weary.